whats ya favorite nas verse?

thedesolateonethedesolateone Members Posts: 4,526 ✭✭✭✭


Yo Yo
I know you hate to hear the drama but drama's all we know
We laugh with the rich cats when they leave we switch back
Somebody asked yo how he get that with his 🤬 ass
Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with 🤬 but know he's on to mad figgas
With mad 🤬 a sharp dresser
Cool 🤬 but about to be called out
By the heart testers never known for bustin his chrome
Wasn't soft but wasn't respected till he was grown
School he graduated somebody you could say had made it
While we stayed in the projects walking the pavement
Everybody has their ups and downs
But this one kid had stayed rich while we slang the grave shifts
I'm tired of it said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous
Cuz he might take it as some kind of dis
Anyway he saw him driving up inside the projects
Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process
The victor had become the victim
Thought he had a smooth 🤬 caught but a smooth 🤬 licked him

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  • LUClENLUClEN Absence makes the heart grow fonder of someone else Members Posts: 20,559 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Mmm... Fried chicken, fly vixen
    Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
    You a bird but you ain't a ki'
    Got wings but you can't fly away from me
    Driving in your bucket seats
    All the way from Kentucky to 🤬 with me
    Look what you done to me, was number one to me
    After you shower, you and your gold medal flour
    Then you rub your hot oil for about a half an hour
    You in your hot tub I'm looking at you salivatin'
    Dry you off I got your paper towel waitin'
    Lay you down cause you're red hot
    Louisiana style you make my head rot
    Then I flock to the bed then plop!
    When we done I need rest
    Don't know what part of you I love best
    Your legs or your breast
    Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a 🤬 death
    Created by southern black women to serve 🤬 ' guest
    You gonna be a 🤬 death
    Mrs. Fried Chicken you was my addiction
    Dripping with high cholest-
    Like Greeks with his falafel, Italian with his to-mato pasta
    What roti is to a rasta
    Trapping me; You and your friend mac' and cheese
    Candy yams, collard greens but you knocking me to my knees
    It's killing me when I'm inside
    Nothing I need more than a fish fry
  • clairvoyanceclairvoyance Members Posts: 2,751 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Theres already a thread on this ,just bump it.....

    community.allhiphop.com/discussion/511588/random-nas-bars-thread
  • thedesolateonethedesolateone Members Posts: 4,526 ✭✭✭✭
    that thread is random lines .theres space for this one
  • mryounggunmryounggun Loading up my Grey Matter Glock Members Posts: 13,451 ✭✭✭✭✭
    I dunno if I have a FAVORITE. But his verse on Triple Beam Dreams has got to be top 5 for me. Also the 1st verse on One Mic. 🤬 ...too many to choose just one.
  • freethewavefreethewave Members Posts: 3,218 ✭✭✭✭✭
    2 many to choose from but his verse on its mine is dope as 🤬 tho
  • Built 4 cuban linxBuilt 4 cuban linx Only Christopher I acknowledge is Wallace At the 36th chamberMembers Posts: 12,285 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Any verse from deja vu
  • 5 Grand5 Grand Members Posts: 12,869 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Oochie Wally
  • Billy_PonchoBilly_Poncho Vox Populi Members Posts: 22,384 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
    I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
    When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
    To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
    Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
    Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
    Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
    I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me
    While, funny style 🤬 roll in the pile
    Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
    Holding weed inside they 🤬 with they minds on the pretty things in life
    Props as a true thug's wife
    It's like a cycle, 🤬 come home, some'll go in
    Do a bullet, come back, do the same 🤬 again
    From the 🤬 to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
    Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
  • onetoughmiracleonetoughmiracle NY Giants Fan...Always Keep the Strap On You! Members Posts: 2,242 ✭✭✭✭✭
    The way to be, paradise like relaxing black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
    Armani Exchange deranged
    Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
    Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path
    The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
    Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
    So many years of depression make me vision
    The better living, type of place to raise kids in
    Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul
    But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
    Seeing things like I was controlling, click rollin
    Tricking 6 digits on kicks and still holdin
    Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
    Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish
    Political prisoner set free, stress free
    No work release purple M3's and jet skis
    Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
    I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse fiends to 🤬
    It sounds foul but every girl I meet'd go downtown
    I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa
  • freethewavefreethewave Members Posts: 3,218 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Lol at nas verses readin like poetry
  • nex ginnex gin Keep It Simple Stupid Members Posts: 10,698 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Too many to name
  • obnoxiouslyfreshobnoxiouslyfresh Still Ginny From The Block Members Posts: 11,495 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
    Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
    Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks
    Winning gunfights with mega-cops
    But just a 🤬 walking with his finger on the trigger
    Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
    I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
    Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have 🤬 undressin'
    Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter
    Whenever frustrated, I'm a hijack Delta
    In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
    Young 🤬 is grazed, each block is like a maze
    Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed
    From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
    I'm living where the nights is jet-black
    The fiends fight to get 🤬 , I just max, I dream I can sit back
    And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
    Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes
    I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
    Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
    And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
    Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
    It's only right that I was born to use mics
    And the stuff that I write is even tougher than 🤬
    I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
    My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
    The smooth criminal on beat breaks
    Never put me in your box if your 🤬 eats tapes
    The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
    That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
    I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's of buddha and 🤬 with beepers
    In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
    Inhale deep like the words of my breath
    I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
    I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
    Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

  • mosincrediblemosincredible Members Posts: 2,051 ✭✭✭✭✭
    edited June 2014
    Lol at nas verses readin like poetry

    They are poetry. Whenever someone thinks rap aint about 🤬 and I want to prove to them it is, I recite a Nas verse.

    I'll take the whole song 2nd Childhood.
  • jvlioojvlioo Detroit.Members Posts: 570 ✭✭✭✭
    Lol at nas verses readin like poetry

    "I use take Nas raps and put em up on my wall. My 🤬 thought they were words but it was pictures I saw"
  • YapatnaJBYapatnaJB Members Posts: 1,260 ✭✭✭✭✭
    The first verse of New York state of mind 2
  • its....JOHN Bits....JOHN B Members Posts: 19,830 ✭✭✭✭✭
    This 🤬 Ike with the Iverson jersey, light skinned with herpes
    🤬 ' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C.
    This is the problem 'cause he never tell 'em he got it
    From lettin' 🤬 suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three
    Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts
    Backstage where the stars be, rockin' they shirts
    In 🤬 faces like clockwork, what's your name, where you from?
    Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb
    Takin' pride in ruinin' they lives
    So they could never have babies and they could never be wives
    He never used a condom, give him head he got ya
    Met the wrong 🤬 and now he dead from the monster AIDS
    I contemplate, believin' in karma
    Those on top could just break, and won't be eatin' tomorrow
    I know some 🤬 who be sleepin' on 🤬 dreams, they leave
    When that 🤬 blow, she the first 🤬 on her knees
    Knowing' dudes that's neglectin' they seeds
    Instead of takin' care of 'em they spendin' money on trees
    I pray for you, deadbeat daddies
    'Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
    Now you old and you gettin' 🤬 on
    It's all scientific, mystic, you know the earth and the stars
    Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
    What is destined shall be
    George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me
    Much blessings be healthy, remember
  • Mister B.Mister B. Still the Devil's #1 Advocate. Come on out that box! Members, Writer Posts: 16,171 ✭✭✭✭✭
    edited July 2014
    ONE favorite? Kinda impossible...

    This one always stuck out to me, tho.
  • freethewavefreethewave Members Posts: 3,218 ✭✭✭✭✭
    jvlioo wrote: »
    Lol at nas verses readin like poetry

    "I use take Nas raps and put em up on my wall. My 🤬 thought they were words but it was pictures I saw"

    That nas verse on the remix was incredible also.plus now anytime someone sells out I gots to remind how they let nas down
  • trilladelictrilladelic Members Posts: 4,457 ✭✭✭✭✭

    This 🤬 Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes
    🤬 ' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C
    This is the problem cause he never tell em he got it
    From lettin' 🤬 suck him off, Rikers Island in '93
    Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts
    Backstage where the stars be, rocking they shirts
    In 🤬 faces like clockwork, what's your name, where you from
    Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb
    Taking pride in ruining their lives
    So they could never have babies and they could never be wives
    He never used a condom. Give him head? He got ya
    Met the wrong 🤬 and now he dead from the monster: AIDS
    I contemplate, believing in karma
    Those on top could just break and won't be eating tomorrow
    I know some 🤬 who be sleeping on 🤬 ' dreams. They leave
    When that 🤬 blow, she the first 🤬 on her knees
    Knowing dudes that's neglecting their seeds
    Instead of taking care of em, they're spending money on trees
    I pray for you, deadbeat daddies
    Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
    Now you old and you getting 🤬 on
    It's all scientific, mystic; you know, the Earth and the stars
    Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
    What is destined shall be
    George Bush killer til George Bush kills me
    Much blessings, be healthy. Remember:

    i sure i cant spit this whole song verbatim but this verse especially

    hell this might not even be my favorite from tha niqqa
  • Vader_F_KennedyVader_F_Kennedy Behind MissKMembers Posts: 17,715 ✭✭✭✭✭
    The Buck that bought the bottle could a struck the lotto

  • TheManInBlack4.0TheManInBlack4.0 Members Posts: 836 ✭✭✭✭
    Way too hard.
  • deakinodeakino The Gate CityMembers Posts: 1,009 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I'm disciple of music Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it Then dress warm for the cemetery climate When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him 🤬 , I'm pass that Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion? Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness Hell yeah, awareness is my alias Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest The realest, HERE IT IS!
  • deakinodeakino The Gate CityMembers Posts: 1,009 ✭✭✭✭✭
    Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about 🤬 who got things, y'all ready to 🤬 his momma Everything you went to is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground but you Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that's real You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away That ain't love it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face? Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is 🤬 Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to 🤬 ya We smoke three tokes 🤬 pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold-blooded murderers, universal Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple
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